The history of the famine was tragic
A time when which nobody could find any magic.
As the potato crop failed all the people could do
Was wail. Millions of people dying everyday, everyone
Trying to find help along the way. Some people tried to
Emigrate but for others it was to late. Some were just to
Week others were sich or blind as the potato soon got Impossible to find.
by georgia fennell
The Famine
In my burnt down house
I remember
The days with potatoes
Before this freezing December
I look at my children
And they cry to me
“Give me some food,
I’m hungry!”
I say to my children
“We have to go,
On a ship to America
Leaving tomorrow.”
We are all on the ship
We’ve been here for weeks
My children are sick,
And I’m feeling weak.
At last we’ve reached land
With less people than before
Because people have died
Before we reached shore.
Black ’47.
It all happened in 1845,
When there was the Great Famine
There was a million people emigrating
and dying, While others sat there all day
sighing
There was a thing called Blight,
that made a good potato not in sight,
Everyone had to eat Indian corn
That was not nice for a baby that was Black ’47.
Black ’47.
By Eve Igoe.
This year was the wost of famine years famine years. It was such a cold winter. Many couldn’t bare frostbite on their toes and snowflakes in their hair.
Many people died of hunger, others died of disease . I think some died of broken hearts for in those days it was hard to please.
Hundreds of families evicted from their warm sheltering homes, kicked out onto the street. You would soon turn into bones.
So towards the end of this year many people died, some lay there hungry and others just
sat there and cried.
The hunger
Potatoes, potatoes its all they had
Then blight came in waves
People were starving, Landlords were mad
Barely anyone in did care
And most were unaware
But the famine had struck Ireland
And we were down for the count
For many a year
They surfed starvation and fear
And the only solution
Was emigration
The Famine
It all happened in 1845,
When there was the Great Famine
There was a million people emigrating
and dying, While others sat there all day
sighing
There was a thing called Blight,
that made a good potato not in sight,
Everyone had to eat Indian corn
That was not nice for a baby that was
just born
The winter of 1845-6 was mild
and it wasn’t the best for a small child,
Black 47 was mostly a year when
People went to heaven.
The weather was so bad people
Who helped were even sad,
There was a soup kitchen they opened
Up but people would only get half
A cup.
By Lucianne Killeen
The Great Famine
The famine started in 1845
It was a tragic event
When lots of Irish people died
The potatoes had blight
This gave the farmers a fright
However, the worst of the famine had passed bye 1850
Lots of people immigrated to the United States
Hoping to get a better life with better life stock rates
The famine finally ended in 1849
Which was great news for all the people in Ireland.
The history of the famine was tragic
A time when which nobody could find any magic.
As the potato crop failed all the people could do
Was wail. Millions of people dying everyday, everyone
Trying to find help along the way. Some people tried to
Emigrate but for others it was to late. Some were just to
Week others were sich or blind as the potato soon got
Impossible to find.
by georgia fennell
The Famine
In my burnt down house
I remember
The days with potatoes
Before this freezing December
I look at my children
And they cry to me
“Give me some food,
I’m hungry!”
I say to my children
“We have to go,
On a ship to America
Leaving tomorrow.”
We are all on the ship
We’ve been here for weeks
My children are sick,
And I’m feeling weak.
At last we’ve reached land
With less people than before
Because people have died
Before we reached shore.
Black ’47.
It all happened in 1845,
When there was the Great Famine
There was a million people emigrating
and dying, While others sat there all day
sighing
There was a thing called Blight,
that made a good potato not in sight,
Everyone had to eat Indian corn
That was not nice for a baby that was
Black ’47.
Black ’47.
By Eve Igoe.
This year was the wost of famine years famine years. It was such a cold winter. Many couldn’t bare frostbite on their toes and snowflakes in their hair.
Many people died of hunger, others died of disease . I think some died of broken hearts for in those days it was hard to please.
Hundreds of families evicted from their warm sheltering homes, kicked out onto the street. You would soon turn into bones.
So towards the end of this year many people died, some lay there hungry and others just
sat there and cried.
The hunger
Potatoes, potatoes its all they had
Then blight came in waves
People were starving, Landlords were mad
Barely anyone in did care
And most were unaware
But the famine had struck Ireland
And we were down for the count
For many a year
They surfed starvation and fear
And the only solution
Was emigration
The Famine
It all happened in 1845,
When there was the Great Famine
There was a million people emigrating
and dying, While others sat there all day
sighing
There was a thing called Blight,
that made a good potato not in sight,
Everyone had to eat Indian corn
That was not nice for a baby that was
just born
The winter of 1845-6 was mild
and it wasn’t the best for a small child,
Black 47 was mostly a year when
People went to heaven.
The weather was so bad people
Who helped were even sad,
There was a soup kitchen they opened
Up but people would only get half
A cup.
By Lucianne Killeen
The Great Famine
The famine started in 1845
It was a tragic event
When lots of Irish people died
The potatoes had blight
This gave the farmers a fright
However, the worst of the famine had passed bye 1850
Lots of people immigrated to the United States
Hoping to get a better life with better life stock rates
The famine finally ended in 1849
Which was great news for all the people in Ireland.
By Evie Byrne